After he fixed the car (yes, it was the serpentine belt), he stood up, cracked his back in that way that makes me wince, and said, “You’re good for another 50,000 miles. Maybe.”
Okay, so if you saw my post from last week titled “Oh Daddy,” you know I had a moment. A full-on, 32-year-old woman, standing in her childhood bedroom, sobbing into a throw pillow because my dad fixed my squeaky closet door without me asking. oh daddy part 2
It’s my dad.
I stood there, blinking. “Dad, it’s seven in the morning.” After he fixed the car (yes, it was
❤️ — Over and out, from a daughter who finally gets it. After he fixed the car (yes